Dr. Winona is wandering around with a clipboard and a small needle. She seems to be trying to get people to pay attention to her.
Ray jumps when he notices her. “Get that needle away from me!”
She laughs and walks closer to him.
"Haha, Jay, my absolute favorite soldier! I'm sure a brave and IMPORTANT soldier like you wouldn't mind testing out this formula I made... After all, what're friends for?"
She is trying to persuade him, unfortunately she has absolutely no charisma whatsoever.
“Um. No. I hate needles.”
She starts to turn. "Oh dear... I suppose I have to find someo-"
She spins and sticks the needle into Ray's arm.
"Sorry, Jay, but science comes before friends!"
*Lol she is such a jerk sorry*
He growls and punches her directly in the face. “Never. Do. That. Again. I was invited here for a reason.”
She rubs her face and stares into his eyes with simple, childlike wonder.
"Hmm. All the other patients experienced unbelievable, excruciating, INDESCRIBABLE pain right about now. You feeling anything?"
She looks eager, like she wants Ray to feel pain.
He growls. “I am feeling pain you sick (GP). I can just shove it down my throat and it comes back out as insults.”
She smiles, a big genuine smile.
"Well, thanks to you, I suppose I have enough evidence to write a report now... Though I could use a few more test subjects, just to be sure..."
She starts to walk away
“You’re supposed to test on zombies, not people!”
"Oh, 'supposed to' is a funny term to me. I never really do what I'm 'supposed to,' even if it hurts... Or... kills, people. My research is the only thing important to me. And as of now, I'm the most intelligent person in this facility, whether anyone but me cares to admit it or not."
Dr. Winona is wandering around with a clipboard and a small needle. She seems to be trying to get people to pay attention to her.
342 spots her.
"Heya, Winnie!"
She looks up and adjusts her glasses.
"Who're y- OH, yes! Hello 342! Sayyyyy... Would you be interested in trying my formula?"
"What's it do?"
"Well, it's supposed to start hair growth rapidly on the human body. However, testing is needed..."
She sticks the needle in 342's arm.
"Well, if I had to say, it probably won't do anything as I am dead."
She watches 342 eagerly.
"Any... Feeling?"
"I quite literally do not have a nervous system."
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Dr. Winona is wandering around with a clipboard and a small needle. She seems to be trying to get people to pay attention to her.
Ray jumps when he notices her. “Get that needle away from me!”
She laughs and walks closer to him.
"Haha, Jay, my absolute favorite soldier! I'm sure a brave and IMPORTANT soldier like you wouldn't mind testing out this formula I made... After all, what're friends for?"
She is trying to persuade him, unfortunately she has absolutely no charisma whatsoever.
“Um. No. I hate needles.”
She starts to turn. "Oh dear... I suppose I have to find someo-"
She spins and sticks the needle into Ray's arm.
"Sorry, Jay, but science comes before friends!"
*Lol she is such a jerk sorry*
He growls and punches her directly in the face. “Never. Do. That. Again. I was invited here for a reason.”
She rubs her face and stares into his eyes with simple, childlike wonder.
"Hmm. All the other patients experienced unbelievable, excruciating, INDESCRIBABLE pain right about now. You feeling anything?"
She looks eager, like she wants Ray to feel pain.
He growls. “I am feeling pain you sick (GP). I can just shove it down my throat and it comes back out as insults.”
She smiles, a big genuine smile.
"Well, thanks to you, I suppose I have enough evidence to write a report now... Though I could use a few more test subjects, just to be sure..."
She starts to walk away
“You’re supposed to test on zombies, not people!”
"Oh, 'supposed to' is a funny term to me. I never really do what I'm 'supposed to,' even if it hurts... Or... kills, people. My research is the only thing important to me. And as of now, I'm the most intelligent person in this facility, whether anyone but me cares to admit it or not."
“Yeah? And I’m the strongest. I’m warning you. Never do that again, or you’ll feel my fists again.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Dr. Winona is wandering around with a clipboard and a small needle. She seems to be trying to get people to pay attention to her.
Ray jumps when he notices her. “Get that needle away from me!”
She laughs and walks closer to him.
"Haha, Jay, my absolute favorite soldier! I'm sure a brave and IMPORTANT soldier like you wouldn't mind testing out this formula I made... After all, what're friends for?"
She is trying to persuade him, unfortunately she has absolutely no charisma whatsoever.
“Um. No. I hate needles.”
She starts to turn. "Oh dear... I suppose I have to find someo-"
She spins and sticks the needle into Ray's arm.
"Sorry, Jay, but science comes before friends!"
*Lol she is such a jerk sorry*
He growls and punches her directly in the face. “Never. Do. That. Again. I was invited here for a reason.”
She rubs her face and stares into his eyes with simple, childlike wonder.
"Hmm. All the other patients experienced unbelievable, excruciating, INDESCRIBABLE pain right about now. You feeling anything?"
She looks eager, like she wants Ray to feel pain.
He growls. “I am feeling pain you sick (GP). I can just shove it down my throat and it comes back out as insults.”
She smiles, a big genuine smile.
"Well, thanks to you, I suppose I have enough evidence to write a report now... Though I could use a few more test subjects, just to be sure..."
She starts to walk away
“You’re supposed to test on zombies, not people!”
"Oh, 'supposed to' is a funny term to me. I never really do what I'm 'supposed to,' even if it hurts... Or... kills, people. My research is the only thing important to me. And as of now, I'm the most intelligent person in this facility, whether anyone but me cares to admit it or not."
“Yeah? And I’m the strongest. I’m warning you. Never do that again, or you’ll feel my fists again.”
"Oh, I'm not afraid of dying. I'm only afraid of the unknown."
Dr. Winona is wandering around with a clipboard and a small needle. She seems to be trying to get people to pay attention to her.
Ray jumps when he notices her. “Get that needle away from me!”
She laughs and walks closer to him.
"Haha, Jay, my absolute favorite soldier! I'm sure a brave and IMPORTANT soldier like you wouldn't mind testing out this formula I made... After all, what're friends for?"
She is trying to persuade him, unfortunately she has absolutely no charisma whatsoever.
“Um. No. I hate needles.”
She starts to turn. "Oh dear... I suppose I have to find someo-"
She spins and sticks the needle into Ray's arm.
"Sorry, Jay, but science comes before friends!"
*Lol she is such a jerk sorry*
He growls and punches her directly in the face. “Never. Do. That. Again. I was invited here for a reason.”
She rubs her face and stares into his eyes with simple, childlike wonder.
"Hmm. All the other patients experienced unbelievable, excruciating, INDESCRIBABLE pain right about now. You feeling anything?"
She looks eager, like she wants Ray to feel pain.
He growls. “I am feeling pain you sick (GP). I can just shove it down my throat and it comes back out as insults.”
She smiles, a big genuine smile.
"Well, thanks to you, I suppose I have enough evidence to write a report now... Though I could use a few more test subjects, just to be sure..."
She starts to walk away
“You’re supposed to test on zombies, not people!”
"Oh, 'supposed to' is a funny term to me. I never really do what I'm 'supposed to,' even if it hurts... Or... kills, people. My research is the only thing important to me. And as of now, I'm the most intelligent person in this facility, whether anyone but me cares to admit it or not."
“Yeah? And I’m the strongest. I’m warning you. Never do that again, or you’ll feel my fists again.”
"Oh, I'm not afraid of dying. I'm only afraid of the unknown."
This is clearly a lie.
“Oh yes you are.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Dr. Winona is wandering around with a clipboard and a small needle. She seems to be trying to get people to pay attention to her.
Ray jumps when he notices her. “Get that needle away from me!”
She laughs and walks closer to him.
"Haha, Jay, my absolute favorite soldier! I'm sure a brave and IMPORTANT soldier like you wouldn't mind testing out this formula I made... After all, what're friends for?"
She is trying to persuade him, unfortunately she has absolutely no charisma whatsoever.
“Um. No. I hate needles.”
She starts to turn. "Oh dear... I suppose I have to find someo-"
She spins and sticks the needle into Ray's arm.
"Sorry, Jay, but science comes before friends!"
*Lol she is such a jerk sorry*
He growls and punches her directly in the face. “Never. Do. That. Again. I was invited here for a reason.”
She rubs her face and stares into his eyes with simple, childlike wonder.
"Hmm. All the other patients experienced unbelievable, excruciating, INDESCRIBABLE pain right about now. You feeling anything?"
She looks eager, like she wants Ray to feel pain.
He growls. “I am feeling pain you sick (GP). I can just shove it down my throat and it comes back out as insults.”
She smiles, a big genuine smile.
"Well, thanks to you, I suppose I have enough evidence to write a report now... Though I could use a few more test subjects, just to be sure..."
She starts to walk away
“You’re supposed to test on zombies, not people!”
"Oh, 'supposed to' is a funny term to me. I never really do what I'm 'supposed to,' even if it hurts... Or... kills, people. My research is the only thing important to me. And as of now, I'm the most intelligent person in this facility, whether anyone but me cares to admit it or not."
“Yeah? And I’m the strongest. I’m warning you. Never do that again, or you’ll feel my fists again.”
"Oh, I'm not afraid of dying. I'm only afraid of the unknown."
This is clearly a lie.
“Oh yes you are.”
"Well, whatever I may be, one cannot dispute the fact that I am more valued here than you are. And value means power. As long as I still do the research they require of me, I cannot be faulted. Nothing a foot soldier says will change that, you can be assured. While I appreciated your kindness upon my arrival, your 'services' are no longer required."
Dr. Winona is wandering around with a clipboard and a small needle. She seems to be trying to get people to pay attention to her.
Ray jumps when he notices her. “Get that needle away from me!”
She laughs and walks closer to him.
"Haha, Jay, my absolute favorite soldier! I'm sure a brave and IMPORTANT soldier like you wouldn't mind testing out this formula I made... After all, what're friends for?"
She is trying to persuade him, unfortunately she has absolutely no charisma whatsoever.
“Um. No. I hate needles.”
She starts to turn. "Oh dear... I suppose I have to find someo-"
She spins and sticks the needle into Ray's arm.
"Sorry, Jay, but science comes before friends!"
*Lol she is such a jerk sorry*
He growls and punches her directly in the face. “Never. Do. That. Again. I was invited here for a reason.”
She rubs her face and stares into his eyes with simple, childlike wonder.
"Hmm. All the other patients experienced unbelievable, excruciating, INDESCRIBABLE pain right about now. You feeling anything?"
She looks eager, like she wants Ray to feel pain.
He growls. “I am feeling pain you sick (GP). I can just shove it down my throat and it comes back out as insults.”
She smiles, a big genuine smile.
"Well, thanks to you, I suppose I have enough evidence to write a report now... Though I could use a few more test subjects, just to be sure..."
She starts to walk away
“You’re supposed to test on zombies, not people!”
"Oh, 'supposed to' is a funny term to me. I never really do what I'm 'supposed to,' even if it hurts... Or... kills, people. My research is the only thing important to me. And as of now, I'm the most intelligent person in this facility, whether anyone but me cares to admit it or not."
“Yeah? And I’m the strongest. I’m warning you. Never do that again, or you’ll feel my fists again.”
"Oh, I'm not afraid of dying. I'm only afraid of the unknown."
This is clearly a lie.
“Oh yes you are.”
"Well, whatever I may be, one cannot dispute the fact that I am more valued here than you are. And value means power. As long as I still do the research they require of me, I cannot be faulted. Nothing a foot soldier says will change that, you can be assured. While I appreciated your kindness upon my arrival, your 'services' are no longer required."
She walks off, a smug little (GP).
Ray smiles. “I don’t care what they think of me. They do need me. They need me very much.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Dr. Winona is wandering around with a clipboard and a small needle. She seems to be trying to get people to pay attention to her.
342 spots her.
"Heya, Winnie!"
She looks up and adjusts her glasses.
"Who're y- OH, yes! Hello 342! Sayyyyy... Would you be interested in trying my formula?"
"What's it do?"
"Well, it's supposed to start hair growth rapidly on the human body. However, testing is needed..."
She sticks the needle in 342's arm.
"Well, if I had to say, it probably won't do anything as I am dead."
She watches 342 eagerly.
"Any... Feeling?"
"I quite literally do not have a nervous system."
"Hmmm. Interesting. Do you have... Any organs?"
"Well, I have skin, do I not? And I guess I do have a nervous system, I have the nerves and all that, but it doesn't work. Assides from the brain. But, my organs don't work, all of that doesn't work. But, since I'm a zombie, I'm sentient. Not alaive, sentient."
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Dr. Winona is wandering around with a clipboard and a small needle. She seems to be trying to get people to pay attention to her.
Ray jumps when he notices her. “Get that needle away from me!”
She laughs and walks closer to him.
"Haha, Jay, my absolute favorite soldier! I'm sure a brave and IMPORTANT soldier like you wouldn't mind testing out this formula I made... After all, what're friends for?"
She is trying to persuade him, unfortunately she has absolutely no charisma whatsoever.
“Um. No. I hate needles.”
She starts to turn. "Oh dear... I suppose I have to find someo-"
She spins and sticks the needle into Ray's arm.
"Sorry, Jay, but science comes before friends!"
*Lol she is such a jerk sorry*
He growls and punches her directly in the face. “Never. Do. That. Again. I was invited here for a reason.”
She rubs her face and stares into his eyes with simple, childlike wonder.
"Hmm. All the other patients experienced unbelievable, excruciating, INDESCRIBABLE pain right about now. You feeling anything?"
She looks eager, like she wants Ray to feel pain.
He growls. “I am feeling pain you sick (GP). I can just shove it down my throat and it comes back out as insults.”
She smiles, a big genuine smile.
"Well, thanks to you, I suppose I have enough evidence to write a report now... Though I could use a few more test subjects, just to be sure..."
She starts to walk away
“You’re supposed to test on zombies, not people!”
"Oh, 'supposed to' is a funny term to me. I never really do what I'm 'supposed to,' even if it hurts... Or... kills, people. My research is the only thing important to me. And as of now, I'm the most intelligent person in this facility, whether anyone but me cares to admit it or not."
“Yeah? And I’m the strongest. I’m warning you. Never do that again, or you’ll feel my fists again.”
"Oh, I'm not afraid of dying. I'm only afraid of the unknown."
This is clearly a lie.
“Oh yes you are.”
"Well, whatever I may be, one cannot dispute the fact that I am more valued here than you are. And value means power. As long as I still do the research they require of me, I cannot be faulted. Nothing a foot soldier says will change that, you can be assured. While I appreciated your kindness upon my arrival, your 'services' are no longer required."
She walks off, a smug little (GP).
Ray smiles. “I don’t care what they think of me. They do need me. They need me very much.”
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," she calls back, "Oh, and before I forget, the shot I gave you may make you... Lose control of your bowels."
Dr. Winona is wandering around with a clipboard and a small needle. She seems to be trying to get people to pay attention to her.
342 spots her.
"Heya, Winnie!"
She looks up and adjusts her glasses.
"Who're y- OH, yes! Hello 342! Sayyyyy... Would you be interested in trying my formula?"
"What's it do?"
"Well, it's supposed to start hair growth rapidly on the human body. However, testing is needed..."
She sticks the needle in 342's arm.
"Well, if I had to say, it probably won't do anything as I am dead."
She watches 342 eagerly.
"Any... Feeling?"
"I quite literally do not have a nervous system."
"Hmmm. Interesting. Do you have... Any organs?"
"Well, I have skin, do I not? And I guess I do have a nervous system, I have the nerves and all that, but it doesn't work. Assides from the brain. But, my organs don't work, all of that doesn't work. But, since I'm a zombie, I'm sentient. Not alaive, sentient."
"How fascinating!" She writes something on her clipboard.
Dr. Winona is wandering around with a clipboard and a small needle. She seems to be trying to get people to pay attention to her.
342 spots her.
"Heya, Winnie!"
She looks up and adjusts her glasses.
"Who're y- OH, yes! Hello 342! Sayyyyy... Would you be interested in trying my formula?"
"What's it do?"
"Well, it's supposed to start hair growth rapidly on the human body. However, testing is needed..."
She sticks the needle in 342's arm.
"Well, if I had to say, it probably won't do anything as I am dead."
She watches 342 eagerly.
"Any... Feeling?"
"I quite literally do not have a nervous system."
"Hmmm. Interesting. Do you have... Any organs?"
"Well, I have skin, do I not? And I guess I do have a nervous system, I have the nerves and all that, but it doesn't work. Assides from the brain. But, my organs don't work, all of that doesn't work. But, since I'm a zombie, I'm sentient. Not alaive, sentient."
"How fascinating!" She writes something on her clipboard.
"Are you hungry for... Brains?"
"Well, somewhat."
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Dr. Winona is wandering around with a clipboard and a small needle. She seems to be trying to get people to pay attention to her.
342 spots her.
"Heya, Winnie!"
She looks up and adjusts her glasses.
"Who're y- OH, yes! Hello 342! Sayyyyy... Would you be interested in trying my formula?"
"What's it do?"
"Well, it's supposed to start hair growth rapidly on the human body. However, testing is needed..."
She sticks the needle in 342's arm.
"Well, if I had to say, it probably won't do anything as I am dead."
She watches 342 eagerly.
"Any... Feeling?"
"I quite literally do not have a nervous system."
"Hmmm. Interesting. Do you have... Any organs?"
"Well, I have skin, do I not? And I guess I do have a nervous system, I have the nerves and all that, but it doesn't work. Assides from the brain. But, my organs don't work, all of that doesn't work. But, since I'm a zombie, I'm sentient. Not alaive, sentient."
"How fascinating!" She writes something on her clipboard.
Dr. Winona is wandering around with a clipboard and a small needle. She seems to be trying to get people to pay attention to her.
Ray jumps when he notices her. “Get that needle away from me!”
She laughs and walks closer to him.
"Haha, Jay, my absolute favorite soldier! I'm sure a brave and IMPORTANT soldier like you wouldn't mind testing out this formula I made... After all, what're friends for?"
She is trying to persuade him, unfortunately she has absolutely no charisma whatsoever.
“Um. No. I hate needles.”
She starts to turn. "Oh dear... I suppose I have to find someo-"
She spins and sticks the needle into Ray's arm.
"Sorry, Jay, but science comes before friends!"
*Lol she is such a jerk sorry*
He growls and punches her directly in the face. “Never. Do. That. Again. I was invited here for a reason.”
She rubs her face and stares into his eyes with simple, childlike wonder.
"Hmm. All the other patients experienced unbelievable, excruciating, INDESCRIBABLE pain right about now. You feeling anything?"
She looks eager, like she wants Ray to feel pain.
He growls. “I am feeling pain you sick (GP). I can just shove it down my throat and it comes back out as insults.”
She smiles, a big genuine smile.
"Well, thanks to you, I suppose I have enough evidence to write a report now... Though I could use a few more test subjects, just to be sure..."
She starts to walk away
“You’re supposed to test on zombies, not people!”
"Oh, 'supposed to' is a funny term to me. I never really do what I'm 'supposed to,' even if it hurts... Or... kills, people. My research is the only thing important to me. And as of now, I'm the most intelligent person in this facility, whether anyone but me cares to admit it or not."
“Yeah? And I’m the strongest. I’m warning you. Never do that again, or you’ll feel my fists again.”
"Oh, I'm not afraid of dying. I'm only afraid of the unknown."
This is clearly a lie.
“Oh yes you are.”
"Well, whatever I may be, one cannot dispute the fact that I am more valued here than you are. And value means power. As long as I still do the research they require of me, I cannot be faulted. Nothing a foot soldier says will change that, you can be assured. While I appreciated your kindness upon my arrival, your 'services' are no longer required."
She walks off, a smug little (GP).
Ray smiles. “I don’t care what they think of me. They do need me. They need me very much.”
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," she calls back, "Oh, and before I forget, the shot I gave you may make you... Lose control of your bowels."
She laughs heartily at this, what a prankster!
He rushes up to her, growling. “You deserve another punch for that.”
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Dr. Winona is wandering around with a clipboard and a small needle. She seems to be trying to get people to pay attention to her.
342 spots her.
"Heya, Winnie!"
She looks up and adjusts her glasses.
"Who're y- OH, yes! Hello 342! Sayyyyy... Would you be interested in trying my formula?"
"What's it do?"
"Well, it's supposed to start hair growth rapidly on the human body. However, testing is needed..."
She sticks the needle in 342's arm.
"Well, if I had to say, it probably won't do anything as I am dead."
She watches 342 eagerly.
"Any... Feeling?"
"I quite literally do not have a nervous system."
"Hmmm. Interesting. Do you have... Any organs?"
"Well, I have skin, do I not? And I guess I do have a nervous system, I have the nerves and all that, but it doesn't work. Assides from the brain. But, my organs don't work, all of that doesn't work. But, since I'm a zombie, I'm sentient. Not alaive, sentient."
"How fascinating!" She writes something on her clipboard.
"Are you hungry for... Brains?"
"Well, somewhat."
"Have you ever eaten brains while on medication?"
"I do not usually consume the brain. It prevents the plauge from being spread, as it needs a brain to live."
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Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
Dr. Winona is wandering around with a clipboard and a small needle. She seems to be trying to get people to pay attention to her.
Ray jumps when he notices her. “Get that needle away from me!”
She laughs and walks closer to him.
"Haha, Jay, my absolute favorite soldier! I'm sure a brave and IMPORTANT soldier like you wouldn't mind testing out this formula I made... After all, what're friends for?"
She is trying to persuade him, unfortunately she has absolutely no charisma whatsoever.
“Um. No. I hate needles.”
She starts to turn. "Oh dear... I suppose I have to find someo-"
She spins and sticks the needle into Ray's arm.
"Sorry, Jay, but science comes before friends!"
*Lol she is such a jerk sorry*
He growls and punches her directly in the face. “Never. Do. That. Again. I was invited here for a reason.”
She rubs her face and stares into his eyes with simple, childlike wonder.
"Hmm. All the other patients experienced unbelievable, excruciating, INDESCRIBABLE pain right about now. You feeling anything?"
She looks eager, like she wants Ray to feel pain.
He growls. “I am feeling pain you sick (GP). I can just shove it down my throat and it comes back out as insults.”
She smiles, a big genuine smile.
"Well, thanks to you, I suppose I have enough evidence to write a report now... Though I could use a few more test subjects, just to be sure..."
She starts to walk away
“You’re supposed to test on zombies, not people!”
"Oh, 'supposed to' is a funny term to me. I never really do what I'm 'supposed to,' even if it hurts... Or... kills, people. My research is the only thing important to me. And as of now, I'm the most intelligent person in this facility, whether anyone but me cares to admit it or not."
“Yeah? And I’m the strongest. I’m warning you. Never do that again, or you’ll feel my fists again.”
"Oh, I'm not afraid of dying. I'm only afraid of the unknown."
This is clearly a lie.
“Oh yes you are.”
"Well, whatever I may be, one cannot dispute the fact that I am more valued here than you are. And value means power. As long as I still do the research they require of me, I cannot be faulted. Nothing a foot soldier says will change that, you can be assured. While I appreciated your kindness upon my arrival, your 'services' are no longer required."
She walks off, a smug little (GP).
Ray smiles. “I don’t care what they think of me. They do need me. They need me very much.”
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," she calls back, "Oh, and before I forget, the shot I gave you may make you... Lose control of your bowels."
She laughs heartily at this, what a prankster!
He rushes up to her, growling. “You deserve another punch for that.”
"Well, someone has anger issues, don't they!"
A guard nearby looks over angrily. "Youse twoes betta shut up! I don't wanna excuse ta get nasty with ya!"
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Dr. Winona is wandering around with a clipboard and a small needle. She seems to be trying to get people to pay attention to her.
342 spots her.
"Heya, Winnie!"
She looks up and adjusts her glasses.
"Who're y- OH, yes! Hello 342! Sayyyyy... Would you be interested in trying my formula?"
"What's it do?"
"Well, it's supposed to start hair growth rapidly on the human body. However, testing is needed..."
She sticks the needle in 342's arm.
"Well, if I had to say, it probably won't do anything as I am dead."
She watches 342 eagerly.
"Any... Feeling?"
"I quite literally do not have a nervous system."
"Hmmm. Interesting. Do you have... Any organs?"
"Well, I have skin, do I not? And I guess I do have a nervous system, I have the nerves and all that, but it doesn't work. Assides from the brain. But, my organs don't work, all of that doesn't work. But, since I'm a zombie, I'm sentient. Not alaive, sentient."
"How fascinating!" She writes something on her clipboard.
"Are you hungry for... Brains?"
"Well, somewhat."
"Have you ever eaten brains while on medication?"
"I do not usually consume the brain. It prevents the plauge from being spread, as it needs a brain to live."
"Fascinating. Horror movies have failed us all."
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She watches 342 eagerly.
"Any... Feeling?"
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"Oh, 'supposed to' is a funny term to me. I never really do what I'm 'supposed to,' even if it hurts... Or... kills, people. My research is the only thing important to me. And as of now, I'm the most intelligent person in this facility, whether anyone but me cares to admit it or not."
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"I quite literally do not have a nervous system."
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
“Yeah? And I’m the strongest. I’m warning you. Never do that again, or you’ll feel my fists again.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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"Oh, I'm not afraid of dying. I'm only afraid of the unknown."
This is clearly a lie.
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"Hmmm. Interesting. Do you have... Any organs?"
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“Oh yes you are.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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"Well, whatever I may be, one cannot dispute the fact that I am more valued here than you are. And value means power. As long as I still do the research they require of me, I cannot be faulted. Nothing a foot soldier says will change that, you can be assured. While I appreciated your kindness upon my arrival, your 'services' are no longer required."
She walks off, a smug little (GP).
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Ray smiles. “I don’t care what they think of me. They do need me. They need me very much.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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"Well, I have skin, do I not? And I guess I do have a nervous system, I have the nerves and all that, but it doesn't work. Assides from the brain. But, my organs don't work, all of that doesn't work. But, since I'm a zombie, I'm sentient. Not alaive, sentient."
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," she calls back, "Oh, and before I forget, the shot I gave you may make you... Lose control of your bowels."
She laughs heartily at this, what a prankster!
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"How fascinating!" She writes something on her clipboard.
"Are you hungry for... Brains?"
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"Well, somewhat."
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
"Have you ever eaten brains while on medication?"
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He rushes up to her, growling. “You deserve another punch for that.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
"I do not usually consume the brain. It prevents the plauge from being spread, as it needs a brain to live."
Hiya, there! I'm Gonzalo2, but you can just call me Gonz! (Don't ask about what happened to Gonzalo1.) I'm just an ADHD theater nerd who has too much time on my hands and too little sleep! I'm usually at Camp Half-Blood, which I moderate, and have seventeen characters on. Like I said, too much time on my hands, too little sleep.
DON'T TRUST SALEM AND NANER! I'M ON THE MOST!!!
Camp Half-Blood Archives
"Well, someone has anger issues, don't they!"
A guard nearby looks over angrily. "Youse twoes betta shut up! I don't wanna excuse ta get nasty with ya!"
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*Cut with Silver.*
“You’re psychopathic.”
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
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"That is one way to describe me. I personally would have used intelligent, beautiful, or AMAZING."
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"Fascinating. Horror movies have failed us all."
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